Hope I can squeeze one last request in before they close. Could I get Starscream fucking reader and Bee's ghost shows up, reader can't see him but Starscream can so he just decides to put on a grand show for the very flustered Bumblebee please?
//boy this was a doozy to write sorry if its not that hot or doesnt have a ton of tasty details i was more focused on trying to fit two perspectives in one ficlet//
You're so incredibly tight around Starscream, mewling and moaning under him, just like he remembers. When he had been Air Commander, with his trine by his side, and you as his newest little 'project'. An apprentice. He had been insulted at the time that Megatron would insist he teach you: a quivering new seeker with not an ounce of promise or potential. It was up to Starscream to make you, build you up, show you how to use the wings you took for granted.
That had been centuries ago.
What he had once seen as an insult is now a gift. Even with a crown on his head, you're his only true supporter. Power was supposed to fix everything, but it has only made life worse for Starscream. But, even here, you are still by his side. He's lost his trine, his chance to lead the Decepticons, the chance to put Megatron in his place, but you are still here. If only he had known so long ago how pivotal you would become to his sanity. You used to cling to his side, like he would protect you from the harms of the world, and it had felt all too good to be liked.
Starscream grants you gentle kisses down your neck cables, hissing when your pointed digits dig into his wing joints. You're the only person he can trust, the only person he can count on to have his back.
Then, there's that tell-tale shimmer of light. Starscream almost misses it, he's so used to seeing Bumblebee, but his optics snap up to catch the shocked, nearly flustered look on that little bug's face. He's stock-still, not even the twitch of a door wing, optics darting from your writhing form to Starscream's face. Star keeps optic contact with Bumblebee as he fucks you harder.
If only they had met under different circumstances, if only Bee were more than a hallucination. But at least he can't leave. He knows that the real Bumblebee would never befriend him, guide him, but he likes to delude himself into thinking there may be two people he can trust. There's always the chance you could betray him. It's low but not none. Bee cannot do that now. Bee also can't touch him, something that Starscream has mourned on more than one occasion. He tries to shake it off, it's not like this Bumblebee is anything more than a figment of his broken psyche.
Bee's mouth is unfortunately dry, but he doesn't dare move an inch. It may break the moment, startle Starscream out of their intense stare-down, and the heat with which he pins Bee to the spot makes him feel seen. For once in a very long time. He wonders if his own optics betray his desire to touch, to be in the moment, perhaps squished between those two seeker frames. Can Starscream see that? His ghostly frame, so detached from the physical world he longs for, heats up in a way he thinks it shouldn't. It only worsens when his gaze darts down to your body, wriggling and bucking on Starscream's spike. Bee can only imagine what it must be like on top of you in the same way.
When your servos skitter over Starscream's turbines, digits sinking into vents, Star leans over to kiss you feverishly. Only breaking optic contact with Bee at the very last moment. If only he could have the little yellow bug here, where he could touch and love and taste the only mechs he hungers for. Just for now, it's satisfying enough to make Bee squirm on the spot.
